As I write fire engines roar whistles blow church bells ring This morning there

As i write fire engines roar whistles blow church

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As I write, fire engines roar, whistles blow, church bells ring. This morning there was a salute of a hundred guns. I spoke to a throng in front of the White House. The newspapers will carry my words but I also add them here, thinking to improve the text. Mary is ill...all very unreal. An end like a beginning can have a bitter edge. Let us think as brothers. The great rebellion, which we have endured together, must be forgotten. Now, starting at once, each state must be granted full privileges of the Union as soon as state governments can organize and as soon as 10% of its citizens have taken the oath of allegiance. It is our national goal to offer clemency and pardon as we attain peace, peace for our democracy. I will at once lift the naval blockade. I will urge Congress to appropriate $400,000,000 to assist the South in its economic recovery. Ours is no 724
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L INCOLN S J OURNAL longer a nation within a nation; ours is a victory for all mankind. 725
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V OICES FROM THE P AST April 10, 1865 Evening Beautiful sunset Now that the war is over, Grant thinks we can reduce army expenditures by at least a half a million per day. We can reduce navy costs at the same time; this will bring down our national debt to something like normal proportions. I am cheered by such prospects. Peace is ahead and I will be exploring its possibilities intensively. It will be a pleasure to convene a cabinet meeting, to discuss economic changes, foreign relations, amnesty, rail expansion, and state laws. I find a new amicability in senate and house. In another two or three months it may be possible to have a week or so in the Adirondacks, the three of us. The White House Sunday—late Many have come to congratulate me on the cessation of the war, warm praise now that the union is preserved. Telegrams flood the telegraph office. Boys are always seeking me out, with their hands full of messages. I read newspapers with pleasure. Letters are piling up on my desk; my secretaries are complaining happily. Everyone in Washington is celebrating. There are parties in homes, in churches, schools, hospitals and public buildings. The White House has scheduled a gala. I am happier than I have been in years. I look forward to attending a play at Ford’s Theatre. I am told that it is a play full of puns. I am in a mood for something light. I am also told that we are having corn bread at supper. 726
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L INCOLN S J OURNAL Note— Estimate s: North – 360,000 killed in action South — 260,000 killed in action The White House April 14, 1865 —rain— Mary invited Laura Keene, the British actress, to tea. She is in her forties—rather pretty. Dressed in dark green velvet she suggested something of quality in the theatre. She has her own playhouse in New York City. Her talk was mostly about her acting days in London where she produced and acted in foreign and American plays.
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